Chapitre 1: Chapter 1: Awakening in the Unknown
The air was thick and heavy, laden with the scent of damp earth and decaying foliage. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy above, casting dappled shadows across the ground. The sounds of rustling leaves and distant animal calls surrounded him, disorienting in their wildness. He blinked, trying to adjust to the unfamiliar surroundings, and pushed himself upright.
His heart raced as the realization struck him: he was not in his room. The cool touch of damp moss beneath his fingers felt real, too real. He took a moment to survey his surroundings, noting the towering trees that loomed like ancient sentinels. Vines snaked around their trunks, and a chorus of unfamiliar creatures filled the air, their calls echoing through the dense undergrowth.
As he rose to his feet, he felt an odd weight in his body. It was as if he were encased in a shell of memories he could not access fully—flashes of a life once lived, of power and manipulation. Yet, here he was, in a jungle that exuded an untamed ferocity. The scent of rotting vegetation mixed with something else, something more primal. He glanced around cautiously, his instincts sharpening.
Adrenaline surged through him, and he quickly knelt, fingers splayed against the cool ground, scanning for any sign of life. The shadows danced, but there was no movement. With each passing moment, the silence became a living entity, pressing against him. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted movement. His gaze snapped toward the source, and he held his breath. Emerging from the thicket was a creature unlike any he had seen before. It stood tall, covered in coarse fur, its eyes gleaming with intelligence and hunger. The beast let out a low growl, an ominous sound that sent a shiver down his spine.
Not Earth, he realized, feeling a surge of trepidation. The beast's posture was aggressive; it was clear this jungle had its own rules, and he was an unwelcome intruder. Caution flooded his mind as he slowly backed away, not daring to turn his back on the creature. Every instinct screamed for him to flee, but where would he go?
He remembered the feeling of power he once held, the way he manipulated those around him like pieces on a chessboard. But now, here in this savage realm, he was no more than a stray pawn. He needed to survive, to gather information before making any moves.
He took a deep breath, forcing his racing heart to steady. He had to think strategically, just as he always had. He needed to observe, to learn. This jungle was alive with danger and secrets, and somewhere within it lay the answers to his predicament. He had written about worlds beyond his own, but never had he imagined he would find himself in one.
As he carefully maneuvered through the underbrush, he felt the weight of the unknown pressing upon him. There was no going back to his previous life, no simple return to the mundane. The realization settled in: he was in a new reality, and he had to adapt quickly.
The beast had not followed him, but its presence lingered like a shadow in his mind. Every rustle of leaves seemed to echo with hidden threats. He paused, listening intently, forcing himself to remain calm amidst the chaos. He had been a master of manipulation in his past life, but in this unfamiliar land, caution was his only ally.
With a determined stride, he set off deeper into the jungle, the promise of discovery mingling with the thrill of danger. The path ahead was shrouded in mystery, and he knew he must tread carefully. This was a game he had not yet learned to play, but he intended to master it—just as he had mastered all others.
And so, with a heart both cold and eager, he began his journey, unaware of the true nature of the book he had written, and the depths of power it would soon reveal.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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